hunter x reader Chapter 4
It was dark when May woke up, there was a bright flash that illuminated everything before the loud rumble of thunder settled in her ears as a loud war drum. It didn't take long for the sound of rainfall to hit the windows and to wake May even further.
She sat upright and as it sank in another rumble of the thunderous war-drum made itself known in the distance, It was calming at first, the harsh tapping on the house of the rain. Until-
May thought as she practically jumped sluggishly out of bed and made a sprint for her wardrobe. Hastily grabbing a backpack and a plastic bag she started to fill her plastic bag with 2 blankets, a spare set of clothes consisting of 2 sweatpants and a shirt followed by a towel and a hoodie. Putting the plastic bag inside of the backpack May practically sprinted down the stairs and grabbed fruits and snacks and stuffed them in her bag also.
After deeming she had gotten everything she needed, May grabbed her raincoat and flung it over herself before sprinting back upstairs, out of her window- and into the pouring rain, if she didn't have her raincoat on she would be 100% sure she would've been looking like she just dunked herself into the river.
Jumping on her bike she willed herself to bike faster and faster as the rain and wind tried to throw her over so many times, she swore she could hear screaming in the distance. May genuinely hoped it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. But the closer she got the more she realized it wasn't a trick, He was really screaming, howling in pain too. Her stomach had twisted itself in knots as it threatened to throw stomach acid right up. May stomached it down and threw her bike down as she ran down the gigantic sand hill that had been turned into a gigantic mudslide.
When she finally reached the bottom of the hill she ran towards him and the minute he recognized her did the howling and screaming stop, The critter continued to growl however as he shivered uncontrollably in the ice cold pouring rain, even May didn't notice how cold and wet she had gotten until she saw her own hands shaking. They needed shelter and fast, and he needed to be removed from those rods.
All logic had been thrown out of the window when May sprinted towards one of the gray construction houses and smashed the door in, praying there weren't any zombie's there she ran further in and wiped her face so she could actually see something. And there she saw it, in the far corner there was a pair of gigantic scissors used to cut metal rods with.
Dumping her backpack down she grabbed the scissors and sprinted back outside to where the zombie was shivering and shaking. Wincing he growled but passed out mid growl, and quickly got to work as panic started to take its hold of May. She positioned the scissor as close to his arm, but leaving a chunk out so she could remove it later she started to apply pressure to the scissor. And after a few tried the metal rod gave away and cut in two.
Quickly proceeding to do the same with the other arm and legs, her arms were aching but she threw the scissors away and quickly caught the zombie as he fell towards her, quickly dragging him towards the safety of the building where her backpack and supplies were.Ā Dragging her legs through the mud and soaking sand May struggled opening the door, but after finally opening it she quickly dragged him inside and sat him down on the couch with a crack that made her wince, that couch was hard and probably very uncomfortable. She was gonna have to fix that soon.
Rushing over and shutting the door she threw off her raincoat and got to work.
There were some cracks or missing windows so she went ahead and got some trash bags and duck-tape and closed those up, her arms were heavy from carrying a person who was bigger than her, and probably a lot heavier than her. After finally closing all of the windows with tape and bags she finally turned her attention towards the couch were he was laying on.
She was gonna have to remove those nasty rods first, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get him dry clothes. Quickly looking around the room she spotted the familiar red box with a white cross on it as a medic kit on the floor, covered with moisture from the rain and mud from the heavy wind. Quickly walking over to it she grabbed it and fumbled the dirty box open and placed it down on the coffee table that was next to the couch, grabbing a pair of gloves, needle and thread, band-aids and disinfect spray she went ahead and got to work.
Cutting through the arms and leg holes she got rid of the fabric that had gotten in the way, slightly getting a big disgusted by the smell of the clothes, the outside was wet from the rain and smelled like wet dog, the inside on the other hand- smelled like blood, sweat, and a lot of other things she didn't need to know.
When the cloth had been removed she went over to her bag again and grabbed a water-bottle and poured some on the area that she was gonna work with, before rubbing the spot with her clean glove covered hand to make sure she wouldn't get infected with anything. When she deemed the spot clean enough she got the disinfectant and poured some on the spot she just cleaned and cleaned her glove covered hands again before rubbing the disinfectant in the skin. Grabbing the pole firmly in her hand she took one last look at the slightly trembling figure under her and pulled on the longest piece of the rod and gently prodded it out of the arm, hoping to whatever was out there that it hadn't pierced a nerve or a main blood vessel.
When the rod had been removed May used long iron pincers to open up the wound and check on the inside of the wound. Other than all the redness she couldn't recognize anything similar to an infection. Not that she could considering May wasn't a medical professional, or had any experience in the medical field.
After deciding the wound was gonna be alright and grabbing a needle and thread before getting to work, Considering she was quite reckless as a child, and having seen how the doctors did their stitches on her before- could have slightly caused an obsession with becoming a surgeon after being sown back together by professionals.
Carefully stitching the holes in his arm into a neat line and repeating the process on the back side of the arm. It was a long and tiring process and the storm outside just kept raging on, The wind howled around the building we were in, and the thundering noises outside got more frequent- as time passed on. It got a lot chillier the longer she kept fixing his arms and legs.
After the final rod has been removed and the wound finally sewed shut with disinfectant rubbed on the wound and wrapped up in bandages did she notice how she was shaking, weather it was from the cold or from the pure adrenaline she couldn't tell, it was probably both.
She finally stood up and her legs popped a weird crack when she did so, walking towards her bag with stiff legs she rummaged through the bag, the plastic rustling in the room with the wind in the background howling to get in, rustling the plastic trash bags that covered the windows loudly, yet unsuccessfully getting in.
Grabbing the old looking roses covered shirt for herself and quickly undressing and putting on fresh dry clothes she quickly and swiftly did the same for him. Looking at the floor as she did his black colored sweatpants on him and quickly putting the crop-top hoodie on him, damn, she really could've swore that she packed a normal hoodie. Did she even wear crop-top hoodies?
Her questions were quickly silenced as she quickly put the hoodie on him, being extra careful with the movements of his arm muscles and the stitches.Ā
Looking at the hoodie he had worn before she cut it off of him to tend to his wounds she put it in the bottom of her bag, next to the plastic bag, not wanting to get the other 2 blankets dirty along with the towel.
May grabbed the towel, stood up again and walked over to the zombie and gently dried its hair off, making sure to gently pat its face as well making sure it was completely dry before her brain finally decided to voice its opinion.
shouldn't we have dried our hair off first?
May scrunched up her face at that thought, realizing she now either had to dry off her hair with the same towel, or risk getting sick from a cold. Sighing she put the towel to her head and started rubbing her hair dry, patting down the strands that were still wet before leaving the towel over a chair to dry hopefully.
She really couldn't risk getting sick now, not when danger was so close. Not when there was a literal zombie plague running around the states. Did the rest of the world get affected by it too? May really hoped that the plague was contained, and not wide spread.
Looking back into the plastic bag, taking the 2 blankets out of it she stood once more, noting down how she almost fell over. making May really realize she needed sleep desperately. Gently Pulling the Zombie towards her so she could put the soft and warm blanket around him, gently pushing him his back back into the couch now wrapped in a cocoon of soft fluff.
Looking back on her handiwork May yawned and felt her eyes start to droop, quickly getting onto the couch herself and wrapping her cold form with another blanket, leaning into the other corner of the couch and falling asleep as soon as her eyes closed.
Night time passed really fast.
